Peter hugged her back, just as tightly. "I still like to check on you," he said softly. "I'm sorry you had to imagine- I'm sorry."
Thomas couldn't hover near the end of the bed any more either, though he didn't interrupt Stephie and Peter's hug. "And I'm sorry you had this shit festering away inside of you and you didn't feel like you could tell anyone." He looked up at the ceiling and said, "Hey, Mary? Can you kick Klaus around a little?" At that, Peter snorted again.